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“He must have gone to Clarence in the barn,” concluded Maria, setting off at a run.,

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The work went on, each length at the first possible opportunity resuming its state of strict neutrality and refusing to be drawn into negotiations.,

“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty.,

The whistle shrilled up the narrow valley, echoing back and forth from the steep green hills that bounded it.,

Billy had been reeling off stanzas of his favorite “Lady of the Lake,”—“by the yard,” Mrs. Bennett said, acting it as he recited, somewhat retarding the work and endangering the dishes. Now he dropped his towel, caught up his mother and raced with her around the room. He was so strong that she was almost helpless in his grasp.